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Elvis Would So by Rijn Collins

I’ve always assumed that at some point I’ll live next door to a carny. I mean, wouldn’t you? Most kids scan the neighbours’ windows for half glimpsed affairs [...]

August 1, 2014

Three Poems by Jacqueline Markowski

Mania Pulls six figures living paycheck to paycheck, a dry tongue away from homelessness. It takes out steel window loans [...]
The Politicks of My Body by Jacklyn Janeksela

The politicks of my body goes like this. It’s none of your fucking business. My body is mine –whatever that means, but [...]
Poetry Quintet by Jessica Mehta

Ma’am, I Am Tonight Rare are the great moments recognized in the making. That night in Nashville, the rooftop, the five of [...]
Aspen Matis by Ted Guevara

Throw that cane away; let it bounce and belittle itself among the down rocks. And please don’t look back to cradle it like [...]
Queen City by Richard Luftig

If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later. – Attributed to Mark [...]
The Wall of Hearts Desire by Donna Lynn Marsh

I always wanted a wall. Actually, I wanted four. They hold roofs really well and who among us doesn’t want a roof over [...]
Vending Machine Press Issue #3

This issue we are proud to present, stories and poems from writers across the globe that explore the morbid longings and [...]
Pitiful by Jeffrey Zable

Driving home in a cold, pouring rain I spot this guy limping along in the street completely barefoot, wearing only a t-shirt [...]
Marriage For Dummies by Andrew Kuhn

Remember that we are all dummies here, and must never label each other as such. Say “I” a lot. As in, “I like how you [...]
Colossal by Ruth Daniell

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Paul ignores the question. Instead, he glances down at the coffee-table that Mel [...]
Radio Truth by Ashlie Allen

Dad twitches in his sleep, afraid he’s really on the reservation. I keep the radio on, too sad and hungry to sleep. If [...]
It Always Rains by Tim Wilkinson

The small room lay quiet, cloaked in shadow and smoky haze, silent save two voices and the occasional, solid clank of steel [...]